Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“I will lose them both all over again if I do not locate this vampire and persuade him to return home with me. If I succeed, she will only kill one.”
MF covered her mouth with a gasp. “I’m so sorry, Damien. I didn’t know. That’s really messed up.”
He nodded in agreement.
“Well, then, lucky thing you brought your posse.”
He slowly turned his head. “Yes. So very lucky. What could possibly go wrong with you four by my side?”
CHAPTER FOUR
Sky Morales stared into the rearview mirror of the black Jaguar she’d “borrowed” from Damien’s house without his knowledge.
What could she say? He wasn’t home when she swung by, and he had garages filled with cars. It was difficult coming back to life, especially in the unfamiliar body of a woman with no ID, no money, and no credit card to rent a car.
Sky fixed her long honey blonde hair and studied her emerald green eyes. So damned weird. She’d been born with dark hair and brown eyes. And a big ass. I liked my big ass. This body had more of an athletic look. Lean, tall, strong. Tight small ass.
Be grateful, she told herself. Because it could’ve gone the other way. Cimil was the sadistic type, so Sky wouldn’t have been surprised to end up in a body with a bad ticker, nonstop flatulence, and missing teeth. All in all, Sky felt pretty lucky.
Sky exited the car, heading for the motel lobby. Please be here. Please be here. Sky had already checked fifteen small motels along the coast. Her sister, Amelia, had said she was taking Sky’s nephew, Miguel, to the beach for a few weeks but never said which one. Nor was she sharing her life online these days.
Why? Long story, but before Sky’s unfortunate death, she had been a freelance journalist and published several investigatory pieces on a sex-trafficking ring. The ring turned out to be much more than that. In any case, there were people in high places who hadn’t wanted the story to go public.
For Amelia’s and Miguel’s safety, they’d gone into hiding.
Now Sky wasn’t sure what to do. Officially, Sky was dead. The threat was over. On the other hand, she had no intention of staying quiet or not releasing the rest of the story as originally planned. The world needed to know what the governor and his wealthy friends were up to.
Sky trudged toward the motel lobby and spotted Amelia entering a room at the far end, carrying bottles of water.
Oh, thank God! Sky’s heart squeezed in her chest. How she’d missed them—their hugs, her sister’s laugh, Miguel’s feistiness, the weekend barbeques. The three of them were inseparable.
Sky knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” Amelia said from the other side.
“I’ll give you three guesses, but here’s a hint: you threatened to kill me if I left, even though I was a ghost.” After Sky had died, her soul stayed put in this world, anchored to Damien.
Why? She didn’t know, but their relationship eventually cascaded into a whirlwind romance. Her first love. Only to be rejected.
Imagine that. A ghost falling in love with the living. They’d even had ghost sex a few times. Very hot. So when Cimil had offered to bring her back to life, Sky thought it meant being with Damien for real. But no. He said he couldn’t risk harming her due to his whole evil-twin situation.
It hurt. It truly did. And to make matters worse, it turned out the Cimil had decided to bring back Damien’s first love, too. What the hell, Cimil? What the hell?
The door flew open, and Amelia stared up. “No. Is it? Did you? It worked?”
Sky nodded. “It’s really me.”
“I don’t believe it.” Amelia covered her mouth. “You don’t look anything like my sister.”
“When I was eight, I took your favorite doll, Princess Bakes-a-Lot, without asking, and when you tried to take her back, we fought. You hit me in the eyebrow with her tiny frying pan, and blood went everywhere. Left a small scar, too. Not that I have it anymore.” Sky pointed to her right brow.
“Ohmygod. It’s you. Sky!” She flung herself into Sky’s arms.
“I’m sorry about how we fought last time,” Amelia said as they walked along the beach, where Miguel played in the waves, splashing and diving. It was good to see him acting like a kid after everything they’d been through—upping and leaving their home, his aunt dying and coming back as a ghost. And then returning as a blonde in a new body. Very weird.
“I understand why you were worried,” Sky said, “but I felt like I didn’t have much to lose. Being a ghost is no fun.”
“Yeah, but you were really amazing at it. The way you drove cars and mastered a cell phone. Pretty cool.”
Cimil had helped her learn a few tricks. But little did Sky know, everything Cimil did came with a price.